Problem

I'm too hot!
Chase!

Light me like a cigarette
And watch me burn away
Unraveled by a single thread
My own worst enemy
Now, I'm in love with anyone
Anyone in love with me
I bite the hand that drops the bomb
And blame it all on Joey

Smile on my face
Slithering like a snake
Like Mom would always say
You can't trust a TV
Garbage on my plate
Spit it out by my shame
Everything is great and then you die

My problem's everybody's problem
I think I'm the problem
I got a problem with that
I got blue ones
Blame it all on you ones
1992 ones
I guess you give what you get
(Ah, yeah)

Wash it down with cinnamon
I'll tell you what I think
Mmm, I took my vitamins
But I still feel obsolete
I sh-should've been famous
About an hour or two ago
And I'll die when I get recognized
And cry a little when I don't

Smile on my face
Slithering like a snake
Like Mom would always say
You can't trust a TV
Garbage on my plate
Spit it out by my shame
I call it how it breaks
My, oh, my

Oh, my problem's everybody's problem
I think I'm the problem
I got a problem with that
I got blue ones
Blame it all on you ones
1992 ones
I guess you give what you get
(Ah, yeah)

Let me sing it loud
Let me break it down
Let em' build it up
Then I'll cut it out

Ah
Is this getting easier
Or am I just getting older?
Am I just getting sleepier
I'm just getting sober
I feel a little sleazier
I do it for the culture
I'm not a cover for a creature
Baby I'm a vulture

(Woo-ooh, woo-ooh)
(Woo-ooh, woo-ooh)
(Woo-ooh, woo-ooh)
(Woo-ooh, woo-ooh)